ETA: Belated thanks and hugs to PNWgal for looking this over for me.

Relo (G)
Alex Baker leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk as he scrolled through the latest online edition of the Multiple Listing Service on his tablet, checking out the newest houses and condos for sale. When the telephone rang he glanced at his desk to see which of his two phones was ringing. The light at the bottom of the black phone was flashing. He ignored it and went back to scanning the MLS. The phone continued to ring.
“Gina, the phone is ringing! Answer it!” he yelled to the young woman sitting at the desk in the outer office.
“My nails aren’t dry yet. You get it.”
Her nails aren’t dry? What does she think this is, a salon? If she weren’t such a good bite she’d be outta here. Slamming his feet on the floor he rocked forward and picked up the receiver.
“Baker Real Estate and Relocations, this is Alex Baker. How can I help you? Yes, I see. You’ve got an employee getting transferred here from Chicago. Does the spouse work? Uh-huh, okay. Children? Two, okay. What ages? I see, so you’ll need school district info too. The whole package it sounds like. Let me get some more informa - ” He was interrupted by the ringing of the other phone on his desk; the red phone. “I’m sorry, I have to put you on hold for a second,” he said quickly as he punched the hold button on the black phone.
“Gina! You gotta pick up. Relo from Chicago. Needs the whole package. I’ve got to answer the hotline. And shut the door!” he added.
Gina picked up the phone on her desk and pressed the blinking hold button. “Hi, this is Gina,” she said in her professional voice as she stood and walked over to close the door to Alex’s office. “I understand we need to set up a relo from Chicago…”
Once the door closed Alex hurriedly picked up the red phone. “Baker Relocations, this is Alex Baker.”
“Mr. Baker, this is Deirdre, Beverly Hills Cleaners. We’ve had an incident here. I’ve got five vamps that need to leave ASAP.”
“Male or female?”
“Three male, two female.”
“Out of LA, out of the state, across the country or out of the country?”
“Across the country. East of the Mississippi, at least. They’ll need new IDs, jobs, living quarters, money laundering, plus contacts for blood sources, freezers, local Cleaners… the works.”
“I know the drill.”
“And one other thing. They want to take their exclusives with them.”
“They want to take freshies? That’s crazy!”
“I agree. Nonetheless that’s what they want.”
“How many?”
“Four.”
“New IDs for them as well?”
“Yes.”
“It’ll cost them.”
“They’re willing to pay.”
“I’ll need ages at turning, any former identities, previous residences, job skills, bank account numbers…”
“I know what you need, Mr. Baker. All the pertinent information will be emailed on the secure server. What I do need to know is if you can handle it?”
“Yes, of course I can. I’ll need 48 hours.”
“You’ve got 36. Call me when you’re ready.”
The End
ETA: There is a sequel to this story: The Relo Guy